Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties-Chapter 132: Tasha’s Surprise

"You’re wet enough," Liam said, his voice low. "Time to get started."

Tasha looked at him, her chest still rising and falling. Her face was flushed, strands of black hair stuck to her forehead.

She didn’t say anything. Just watched him.

Liam stepped between her legs. His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there.

His injured side pulled with the movement — a sharp reminder — but his face stayed even.

His cock was still hard, the head dark and slick. He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking once, feeling the weight of it.

Tasha’s eyes dropped to watch. Her breath caught.

"You ready?" he asked.

She nodded.

He lined himself up. The head pressed against her entrance, feeling the heat and the wetness waiting there.

He pushed in.

All the way. One slow steady push — his injured side burning with the effort, his jaw tight against it, his free hand braced flat against the vanity to keep his weight off her.

Tasha’s back shot straight. Her mouth fell open and nothing came out for a full second.

Then —

"—AH—"

Raw. Cracked down the middle.

Liam went still.

The way her body locked around him. The way that sound tore out of her. The resistance he’d pushed straight through without thinking. He hadn’t missed any of it.

’...Fuck.’

"Jesus, Tasha." His voice dropped. "Are you a virgin?"

Her face went redder than he’d ever seen it. She didn’t answer right away.

"Tasha."

"Yes." Quiet. Defiant. "Okay?"

’Too much.’ Her nails pressed into his skin. ’Way too deep. I wasn’t ready for that.’

Liam stared at her. Then his eyes moved to the number floating above her head.

’I’m her first.’ His jaw tightened. ’Knowing Tasha she’d rather die than look shaken right now.’

He leaned in and kissed her. Slow. His hand came up to her face, his thumb brushing her cheek.

When he pulled back her expression had shifted. Just slightly. The defiance still there but softer around the edges.

"Just because you’re a virgin doesn’t mean I’m going easy on you," he said.

She met his eyes. "Good. I don’t want you to."

"It’s going to hurt for a bit."

"I know."

He kissed her once more. Then began to move.

Short strokes. Controlled. One hand still braced against the vanity, taking his weight so his ribs didn’t have to. The other firm on her hip, keeping her steady. His side burned with every movement. He kept his face even.

Her breath came sharp and uneven, her nails finding his shoulders immediately.

"Ah—" Bitten off hard, her whole body stiffening against him.

He kept going. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady, reading her face with every stroke, not stopping but not pushing past what her body could handle yet.

Her grip on his shoulders tightened without her realising it. Her thighs trembled on either side of him. The tension in her body held — and then slowly, gradually, started shifting.

’It still hurts.’ Her breath caught on an exhale. ’But there’s something else underneath it now.’

Her breathing got heavier.

Her breasts moved with each stroke, the flush on her chest deepening, spreading all the way down her stomach.

Her nipples were hard against her pale skin.

He leaned in and took one into his mouth — keeping his weight on his good side, his ribs protesting even that small shift. His tongue moved slow.

Her back arched sharply off the vanity.

"Oh fuck—"

He released her and straightened, adjusting his stance, redistributing his weight carefully. The movement sent a hot ache through his side and he breathed through it quietly.

The next stroke hit deeper.

She cried out. No attempt to stop it.

"—ah!"

Tat~tat Tat~tat.

Her head fell back, throat exposed, long black hair spilling behind her. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, the pale skin flushed deep pink, her stomach tensing and releasing in a rhythm that matched his.

Her legs had wrapped around him at some point without her noticing. Ankles crossing behind him, pulling him closer with each stroke.

"Liam." Her voice was already cracking. "I think I’m close."

"Good."

He kept the angle. Kept the pace. His jaw tight against the burn in his side, his hand white-knuckled against the vanity. He wasn’t going to slow down because of his ribs. He’d deal with that later.

Her thighs trembled harder. Her whole body wound tight like something about to snap.

"Liam, I’m—"

She came.

Her body clenched around him, pulsing hard and deep, her ankles locking tighter behind him.

"—hh... oh—"

The sounds broke out of her raw and completely unguarded, her head dropping forward against his chest, her breasts pressed flat against him, her nails dragging slow lines down his back.

He kept moving through it. Slower.

Letting her ride it out without overwhelming her. His hand stayed firm on her hip, steadying both of them while his ribs screamed quietly at him.

When she finally went limp her eyes were unfocused, her whole body trembling, her chest heaving against his.

Her legs slid from around him, dropping back to either side.

He gave her exactly three seconds.

Then he picked the pace back up.

"Liam—" Her head snapped up. "Wait—"

"No."

Harder now. Deeper. His grip on her hip tightened.

His other hand moved from the vanity to the wall behind her, giving him something more solid to brace against.

Better angle.

Less strain on his side. His ribs still burned but he could work with it.

Tat Tat~tat Tat~tat.

Her body jolted with each stroke, her breasts shaking, her thighs losing their grip on him and finding it again.

Her mouth stayed open, sounds falling out of her she wasn’t controlling anymore.

"Too much—" she gasped.

"You can take it."

"Liam I swear to god—"

"Ah — ah — ah—"

Her own voice cut her off, breaking into pieces against his chest where her face had dropped.

Her nails were in his back.

Her thighs were shaking.

Her whole body moving with him whether she wanted it to or not, the vanity solid beneath her keeping her from going anywhere.

Tat~tat Tat~tat Tat~tat.

The vanity scraped back against the floor with the force of it.

He could feel her climbing again. Her body tightening around him in waves, her breathing turning ragged and desperate, her hips rolling to meet him even as she kept saying it was too much.

Her hands had moved from his shoulders to his back, pulling him closer, contradicting everything coming out of her mouth.

"Liam—" Barely a sound. "I’m going to—"

"I know."

He didn’t stop. Didn’t change anything. Same relentless pace, hitting the same spot every time, his jaw locked against everything his ribs were telling him. Sweat had formed at his temple. He didn’t notice.

She came again.

Harder this time. Her whole body seized, her back arching clean off the vanity, her mouth open wide with a sound that didn’t make it all the way out.

"—hh—"

Her thighs clamped around him, her nails breaking into his skin, her chest pressed against his as she folded forward into him, shaking hard.

He kept moving through it. Slower now.

His own release was right there — tight and coiled and impossible to hold back much longer. His ribs were on fire. He’d feel all of this tomorrow. Right now he didn’t care.

He leaned down close to her ear, his breathing rough against her skin.

"Can I cum inside you?"

Tasha’s fingers tightened on his back. Her breath came out uneven against his neck, warm and ragged.

"I don’t..." Small. Uncertain. Nothing like her usual self. "I don’t know—"

He came.

Deep and hard, his whole body locking up, release rolling through him in waves that drowned everything else out. His ribs burned white hot.

He stayed buried inside her, both hands now braced against the wall behind her, riding it out until the last of it faded.

Then his forehead dropped against hers.

Both of them breathing hard. Neither of them moving.

The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of them.

Tasha trembled against him, small aftershocks moving through her one after another, her chest rising and falling fast against his.

Her hands had gone still on his back, fingers loosely curled against his skin.

After a long moment he stepped back slowly, carefully, one hand moving back to the vanity to steady himself as his ribs made their feelings very clear.

She winced as he pulled out.

"Nnh—"

She felt it before she looked.

Warm. Slow. Running from her entrance down the inside of her thigh.

Her hand moved there without thinking — fingers pressing against her own skin, feeling the slickness trailing from her, thick and warm.

She stared at her own hand.

Then looked up at him.

The flush that hit her face was something else entirely. Deep and total, spreading from her cheeks all the way down her neck, on top of everything already there.

He was already watching her. A slow smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"You also need to wash up now."